#reggie fanfiction

[ultravioletbrit]

“remember” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 342 words

“You do not.”

“I do too.”

“You remember the exact day you fell in love with me?” Regulus ask James incredulously.

“I think I nearly know the exact minute I fell in love.” James tells him.

“Bollocks.” Regulus says and James just shrugs. “Alright. When?” Regulus challenges.

“1 September 1972. I’m going to say…” James thinks for a moment. “…about 11:08am, give or take five minutes.”

“Oh, shut up, you did not.” Regulus dismisses.

“I did.” James shrugs, but his expression is completely genuine. “I didn’t know what it was at the time. But I remember it. I felt it. And it never went away.” James says.

Regulus softens, but still looks at James skeptically. “What did you feel?” He whispers and James smiles.

“I had just met you, you scolded me for calling you Reggie, shook my hand and told me my hair was atrocious.” James says with a small chuckle. “And I remember thinking ‘what eleven-year-old shakes hands and uses the word atrocious?’ But then I felt it, while we were shaking hands my stomach did this little somersault. And I didn’t know what it was, I had never felt anything like that before and I didn’t know what to do, so…” James trails off, looking at Regulus.

“So, you laughed.” Regulus finishes.

“And you thought I was laughing at you.” James smiles softly.

“And I hated you for it.” Regulus says, with a little pout.

“Yup.” James says, popping the ‘p’, and they both chuckle. “But every time I saw you my stomach did that little somersault. It took me a few years to figure out what it meant, but it was always there.” James tells Regulus as he looks deep into his eyes. “It’s still there.”

Regulus is gazing back at James with so many emotions and trying his best to hold back the tears threatening to fall. He puts his hands on James’ cheeks and leans in so they’re only a breath apart.

“You are a sap, and I love you so much.” Regulus whispers sweetly and pulls James in for a kiss.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Jegulus - Based on a request by an anon! - trans!Regulus - 531 - tw: mild dysphoria

He never outright said anything when it happened. At least, not at first. Bringing it up brought stomach aches and chest pains, goosebumps and anxiety. He tried, of course, to pretend it didn’t happen. But avoiding reality didn’t make it change.

James was sweet about not talking about it. He never pushed. He only asked about anything close to the topic when he needed to know something, or when Regulus brought it up. But he was also smart, and noticed patterns. So by the fourth-or-so month of them dating, Regulus knew he knew, without having to say anything.

And then…he started just doing things. Leaving things. Carrying things with him.

“Can I take that for you, love?” he’d always offer, grabbing Regulus’s heavy books when he saw the younger boy wincing with cramps.

“Do you need some pain potion? Chocolate? A granola bar?” he’d say with a concerned voice when he saw Regulus, paler than usual, between classes.

“Did you get the note I left for you?” he’d ask so kindly, tracing Regulus’s jawline lovingly with his thumb and reminding him of the letter he’d found sitting on his pillow that morning after he’d changed.

“D’you need a massage or anything?” he’d offer so casually when Regulus nearly-collapsed in a chair in the library, aches threatening to consume him.

But it was not all of these things that made the whole experience better, somehow.

It was the first time he actually had to admit to James what was happening.

“I need to go back to my room,” he mumbled to his boyfriend one day as they sat in a quiet alcove of the castle. Regulus had been reading while James was happily playing with his hair.

“What?” James asked, looking put out. “I mean, of course, whatever you need, but why?”

Regulus bit at his lip, worryingly. He didn’t want to offend James and he knew he needed to acknowledge it at some point but it was so difficult..

“I have my period,” he mumbled, looking down as his entire stomach sank to the floor. “I need to go grab…y’know…period stuff.”

“Oh!” James said, nodding completely unabashedly. “No need, love! I have some. Do you need tampons or pads?”

Regulus blanched at the words, unable to form any response. “Do-what?”

“Oh,” James responded, looking nervous. “Do you…do you use something else? I asked Pandora a while back and she said to carry these, but if it’s changed, I can-”

Regulus cut him off, completely taken aback. “You asked Pandora what I use for my period?”

“Yeah,” James shrugged, like it was normal. “I wanted to be prepared. You know… in case you ever needed anything.”

His brain was empty. “Boys don’t carry those things,” Regulus said numbly, still shocked.

But James tilted his head to the side. “You do, baby. You’re a boy. And I’m dating you. Why shouldn’t I carry them, just in case?”

Regulus blinked, a soft ‘oh!’ falling from his lips. “I…thank you,” he murmured softly, reaching to grab one of the objects James offered him.

When he got to the bathroom, he allowed the tears to fall. But for the first time, he wasn’t crying just with sadness. There was happiness there, too.

[motherearthlovesus]

theo nott & regulus black eiffel tower you in france

pairings: theodore nott x regulus black x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, praise, rough sex, double penetration, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (m. receiving), threesome, swallowing cum, being cummed on, bad italian & french

summary: on a alumni trip to beaubaxtons, seeing the eiffel tower sparks theo and regulus' imagination - based on this mini imagine

the eiffel tower glimmered in the fading sunset, enchanting a group of hogwarts students who stood mesmerized by the iconic structure. accompanying them was a handful of respected alumni, including, yourself, theodore nott and regulus black, and some other people you never knew very well in school. you had all volunteered to guide the students through their trip to beauxbatons due to the professors busy schedules.

theodore leaned against a nearby railing, a sly grin forming on his lips. regulus stood beside him, trying to ignore a group of fawning 6th-years.

“this view, it gives me an idea.” theo remarked to regulus

“what are you on about nott?” he snarked, walking away from the school girls

theodore's head jerked towards you and he raised a questioning eyebrow, smirking. regulus looked between you, theo and the eiffel tower, a grin immediately plastered his face.

"watch this" theo boasted.

the boys sauntered over to you, theo casually draping his arm around you. you know theo well enough to know that this was definitely cause for suspicion.

"ah sfarzosa, just the girl we want to see" theo threw a wink at regulus that went unnoticed by you. "we'll be stopping by your place later, we have trip admin do to tonight"

you raised an eyebrow, “trip admin? what trip admin?”

regulus chimed in, his expression teasing. “yeah, what trip admin? And doesn't someone needs to be on hallway duty to stop the kids from sneaking out”

“oh, longbottom can take care of that,” theo replied dismissively, waving a hand. “mcgonagall just called, she's making us do it. we’ll see you there at eight.” theo gabbled.

before you could say anything else, the boys had slipped away almost as instantaneously as they had appeared

"watch this" regulus mocked

"well you didn't bloody help!" theo retorted pushing regulus as far away as he could.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

you were in the shower when you heard a knock at the door

"fuck" you muttered, quickly turning off the shower and jumping into a fluffy white hotel bathrobe, "how long was i in there?"

you raced to the door and glanced at the clock. 7:30.

you swung the door open and said remarked coldy "you're early!" without a moments hesitation

longbottom stood there flustered and staring at your chest. you looked down and concealed the small about of cleavage showing.

"oh longbottom, its like you've never seen boobs before"

he laughed it off in a way which did not inspire confidence in that fact, "i just came to ask why no body is on hallway duty"

suddenly, a manly hand clamped onto neville's soft shoulder, "that's because you're supposed to be on hallway duty, longbottom"

"oh, right" neville agreed and briskly walked off around the corner. clearly just wanting to leave the situation,

"poor longbottom looked like he was about to have a heart attack" theo feigned sympathy.

"you really should be more careful" regulus added as the boys squeezed past you, regulus shutting the door with his heel

“so, what’s this about admin duty?” you asked, crossing your arms skeptically.

“oh you know, just some itinerary and transport logistics,” theodore said smoothly, a charming smile plastered on his face “gotta keep the trip running smoothly.” he glanced over at Regulus, who was nodding along.

you arched an eyebrow, “really? because i just spoke with professor mcgonagall, and she told me that luna already handled the schedules.”

they glanced quickly at each other, smirked and both put their hands up in defeat.

"merdé" smirked regulus

"you caught us" theo added.

"we just wanted to spend some time with you, trésor"

"but can you blame us? paris is supposed to literally and figuarivley be one of the most magical places on the planet, so obviously we wanted to spend it with the brightest witch we know" theo said as he walked over to you and took your robe off your shoulder.

“you know, it’s not every day we’re in paris with a view like this,” theo hummed

“so, we were thinking we could celebrate by doing something special” regulus continued, stepping closer to untie your robe. you let it drop to the floor, leaving you standing there completely naked. the cool air blew in through the balcony door you forgot to close, causing your nipples to harden.

“pazzo, i can’t decide which view is more beautiful,” theo said, walking around to the side of the bed, his eyes gazing up and down your body.

"i can" regulus said as he bent you over the foot of the bed, he spanked your ass once on each cheek, admiring the view he chose. your breath caught as he suddenly slid his fingers up and down the entrance to your core.

“it seems she’s ready for us, theo” regulus teased lustfully.

“hold her there,” theo instructed, his voice low and sultry. he climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of you, positioning himself just inches away from your mouth.

“now, be a good girl and open up for me,” theo commanded softly, a smirk playing on his lips. with a nod of obedience, you opened your mouth, he caressed your face and he slid himself in. at the same time, regulus positioned himself behind you, teasingly running his tip along your slick core before roughly pushing inside. the dual sensations of pleasure made you gasp around theo, the sound vibrating against him, causing his eyes to darken with pleasure. your body shudders with arousal at being completely filled up.

“parfaite” regulus said, thrusting in deep and slow, his fingers digging into your hips. the rhythm was synced perfectly with theo’s movements, it was driving you crazy.

theo gripped your hair, pulling your head back so that your gaze to meet his as he pushed deeper into your mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. “così, proprio così” he moaned.

you had no idea what any of their words had meant—only that they dripped with hunger, and the way regulus’s voice began to fracture, made it clear you were driving him mad. whatever they was saying, it was exactly what you wanted to hear.

theo’s thumb pressed against your bottom lip, pulling it down just slightly as his gaze bored into yours "look at her,” he drawled, his tone full of smug pleasure. “look at how well she takes us both.” regulus' hips slammed into your ass at such a fast pace, that theo's dick was hitting the back of your throat with each stroke. the overwhelming rhythm between them was relentless—regulus’s rough, deep thrusts drove you forward onto theo until tears welled in your eyes and the pleasure became blinding. with a strangled moan muffled around theo, you came hard, your walls clenching desperately around regulus, pulling him even deeper. your legs threatened to give out, as a second wave of pleasure cam crashing over you.

"there it is,” regulus moaned in between thrusts, the praise curling around you like silk.

“now, sweetheart, be ready” theo said, his breath hitching and his cock twitching in your mouth.

he released himself in your mouth, you could taste the warmth and the salty sweetness of him as you swallowed. the scene sent regulus over the edge as at the next moment he pulled out and painted your back. the sensation sent shivers down your spine. regulus stood there for a moment panting before pulling out his wand.

"scourgify" he said pointing at your sticky back. theo pulled you up onto the bed and placed you down in the middle of it. regulus climbed into bed on the other side and brushed a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek as his dark eyes studied you with a mix of admiration and mischief.

“you know, we really should do this more often,” he mused.

you smirked, “only if you earn it. you guys don't want me thinking you're easy, do you?”

"no we wouldn't" theo chuckled “how do we do that?”

"that's for you to figure out; i'm far too tired," you murmured, rolling into theo's arms. with regulus then curling up behind you, it felt as though you were floating, and your eyes fluttered shut, welcoming sleep.

reblogs & feedback are super appreciated <3

there was a million ways i could've ended this but i clearly chose the most boring way 😔😔😔😔 i didn't mean for this to be so long but writing threesomes is inherently more complicated, i think.

also if u spot any spelling or grammar mistakes pls lemme know im super sleepy xoxo

[glassy-eyed-poet]

Happy Jegulus day, loves.

"In every lifetime?"

"In every one."

[a-great-tragedy]

Your honor, the Black brothers do get along, look at the evidence! I will take no objections!

[hidden-for-reg]

july 17: fee | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 406

Regulus was aware that he was going about 20 over the speed limit. But he was so, so late for his meeting. He didn’t care that he was being a tad reckless. He had to get to that meeting.

When Regulus saw the flashing lights and siren in his rearview mirror, he cursed as he slowed and pulled over. He felt like he might cry. He’s never gotten pulled over before.

He heard the door of the cop’s car shut and he shakily pressed the button to roll his window down. The cop took the hat he was wearing off his head when he reached Regulus’ door, and Regulus really wished he had kept the hat on. Because underneath the hat was probably the most handsome man Regulus had ever seen. Perfectly tanned skin, dazzling grin, piercing eyes, and a mess up dark curls on his head. 

“So,” the cop started, “you know why I pulled you over?”

Regulus nodded, probably too eagerly and managed to choke out, “I was, ah, speeding.”

The cop put his hands on his hips. “Indeed you were, love.” A smile was pulling on his lips. “Before I write a ticket, I’ll need to see your license and registration.”

Regulus dug in his glove compartment and handed over his papers and license. “Is this going to take long? I have a very important meeting to get to,” Regulus pleaded. 

The cop laughed, pulling out a notepad and pen, and Regulus’ heart did a flop in his chest. “Writing the ticket right now, love, don’t worry about that meeting.” 

He handed back Regulus’ papers, fingers brushing slightly. Regulus was ashamed that the small touch had sent lightning bolts up his arm. Regulus quickly stashed the paperwork away, and turned quickly back to the cop. 

The cop tore a piece of paper off his notepad, folded it, and handed it to Regulus, brushing their fingers again. “Make sure to watch your speed in the future, love.” The cop winked. “I’m James by the way.” And with that, the cop retreated back to his car.

Regulus put his window back up and slowly unfolded the paper, expecting a hefty fee.

He blinked. There wasn’t a fine written in the paper. Just a phone number and a note that read:

Let me take you somewhere fancy.

And don’t speed.

Call me- James

p.s. Charming your officers out of a ticket doesn’t work every time, love. 

[not-rab]

“That one,” a ten year old Sirius pointed up at the midnight sky, his sister’s eyes following the outstretched finger,

“That one’s the Sirius star.”

“Do I get one? A star, I mean.”

Grey-blue eyes stared at him from the small patch of grass they sat on, taking in the constellations.

“Erm…” Sirius flipped through the astronomy book he’d nicked from Grimmauld Place library, “This one, in the leo constellation, it’s not quite Regina, but it’s close.”

“What’s it called?” Regina craned her neck towards the sky, squinting at the chance of seeing this glowing orb.

“You can’t see it in the summer,” Sirius scoffed at his sister’s foolish attempts, “Says here,” pointing back at the stolen papers, “‘Regulus is best seen in late winter and spring.’”

“Regulus?” the younger sibling enquired.

“Regulus,” the older one agreed.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

ivy !! happy holidays !! 🎄✨

could i pretty please request something with regulus and holiday baking ? much love to you babes, thank youuu 🤎

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀────۶ৎ regulus black and the case of the mysterious cookie thief (it’s you)

synopsis: ever since you stepped into the kitchen with regulus, he’s made it very clear who the real baker is. but that doesn’t stop you from stealing chocolate chips and making him blush in the process content warnings: excessive amounts of fluff, proceed with caution, reader’s chocolate chip addiction gets exposed, regulus being unfairly good at baking (and looking good while doing it), accidental flirting that turns into very intentional flirting, mild blushing, mostly from regulus (but maybe you too) inspired from: these prompts by @scealaiscoite author's note: nicole!! happy holidays to you too, love!! thank you for the sweetest request! much love right back at you, babes! ‹𝟹⠀

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The kitchen smelled heavenly, the aroma of sugar and butter swirling in the warm air. You sat on the counter, legs swinging lazily, watching as Regulus worked. He moved with effortless precision, measuring out ingredients like he’d been born to do it. The sleeves of his sweater were pushed up to his elbows, and there was a little smudge of flour on his cheek. It was unfair, really, how someone could make baking cookies look this... attractive.

“You’re staring,” he said without looking up, his voice smooth but tinged with something almost bashful.

“Am I?” you replied, tilting your head and letting a smirk tug at your lips. “You sure you’re not just imagining it?”

“I’m sure,” he said, finally meeting your eyes. His cheeks were faintly pink, though he tried to play it cool. “You’ve been staring for the past five minutes.”

You shrugged, leaning back on your hands. “Can you blame me? Watching you bake is like... art. Only better, because there are cookies at the end.”

“Right,” he said dryly, though the faint smile on his lips gave him away. “And here I thought you were going to help.”

“Help?” you echoed, feigning surprise. “Regulus, my job is to be the taste tester. And the moral support. You know, the unsung hero of the operation.”

He rolled his eyes, turning back to the dough. “How selfless of you.”

“I know,” you sighed dramatically. “It’s a thankless job, but someone has to do it.”

He shook his head, muttering something under his breath about how impossible you were. You didn’t miss the way his lips twitched, though, like he was fighting a grin.

“Alright, taste tester,” he said after a moment, holding up a spoonful of dough. “Since you’re so dedicated to your role.”

You leaned forward, taking the bite with a hum of approval. “Mmm. Delicious. But I think it could use... more chocolate chips.”

“Of course you do,” he said, eyeing the bag of chocolate chips suspiciously. “Probably because you’ve eaten half of them already.”

“That’s slander,” you said, crossing your arms. “I’ve eaten, like, a third. Tops.”

“You eat one more handful of chocolate chips,” he said, giving you a pointed look, “and I’m sending you to the shop to buy more.”

You gasped, placing a hand over your heart. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, I would,” he said, smirking now. “And you’d go, too, because you know I’m the only one who can save this disaster of a baking attempt.”

“Disaster?” you repeated, mock-offended. “Regulus, I’ll have you know I am bringing unparalleled charm to this kitchen. The cookies are practically baking themselves just to impress me.”

He laughed then, a soft, genuine sound that made your chest feel all warm and fizzy. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet, here I am,” you shot back, grinning. “Enhancing your baking with my delightful company.”

He glanced at you, and for a moment, his teasing demeanor faltered. There was something softer in his gaze, something that made your stomach flip. “I suppose I can’t argue with that.”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. “Wait, was that... a compliment? From Regulus Black himself?”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” he said, turning back to the dough, but you didn’t miss the way his blush deepened.

"Too late! It already did." You grinned.

“Just pass me the sugar before I regret letting you stay.”

You handed him the bag, unable to wipe the grin off your face. “Admit it, you’d miss me if I left.”

He didn’t answer right away, focused on the dough. But then, just as he started stirring, he murmured under his breath, “Maybe.”

It was so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. But you did. And it made your heart race.

“What was that?” you teased, leaning closer.

“Nothing,” he said quickly, though the pink on his cheeks gave him away.

You laughed, leaning back on the counter and swinging your legs again. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered, you know that?”

“Just sit there and be quiet,” he muttered, but there was no bite in his words—just a soft, hidden smile that made your chest feel warm all over again.

"Gladly."

© iamgonnagetyouback ⋆.˚ please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my work.

[starsmacabray]

bad marauders fanart im cursing the world with <3

[lilyofthevalleyys]

i had a thought.

you know those soulmate aus where they can feel each other’s pain?

so doesn’t that extend to period pains/cramps as well?

so when James felt a sudden, constant pain in his abdomen (around that area), he learnt that it was the cause of period pains/cramps and so assumed his soulmate was a girl.

Sirius always talked about having a little sister. but all of a sudden, Sirius started talking about a baby brother, and insists he’s never had a sister.

James never connected the dots. He never once thought that Regulus Black could possibly be his soulmate, even though he wished desperately for it, but wishes were just useless hope.

he’s also constantly felt horrible pains that reduced him to shaking messes, especially during the holidays. and Sirius would come back bruised and beaten.

it was only when Sirius hit his brother with a stinging hex at the leg during one of their fights, that caused James to fall instantly to the floor, did he finally, finally realise.

[curiouslymyown]

Seeing people say they’re a ‘redge’ truther and I’m sat here with my ‘regg’ sign like haha please don’t hate me

[ultravioletbrit]

“sip” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 198 words

Regulus likes routines. He likes order and consistency, and normally he puts in a lot of effort to maintain that order and consistency.

But this routine? This routine is effortless and happened so naturally, Regulus almost didn’t realize it had become a routine at all.

A soft yawn breaks him from his thoughts, and he looks up to see James padding into the kitchen. Regulus just finished making two mugs of tea and slides one to James. James leans down and kisses Regulus’ temple before taking a sip of his tea and hums in approval.

“Morning, love.” James says in his beautiful, husky morning voice.

“Morning.” Regulus whispers and wraps his cold hands around his warm mug.

“Pancakes?” James asks.

“Blueberries?” Regulus tilts his head up to look at James.

“Yes, blueberries.” James runs his finger down the tip of Regulus’ nose.

“Then, yes, pancakes.” Regulus scrunches up his nose and smiles at James.

James leans down and kisses Regulus before walking over to the fridge.

Regulus takes a sip of his tea and smiles fondly as James gathers the ingredients for them to make pancakes together.

It might be a simple routine. An effortless routine. But it’s Regulus’ favorite routine.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Oh.

@hedgehog-troops thanks for the idea!

"....I don't actually like him, Pads! I'm just trying to be nice!"

James Potter's voice floated around the corner, making Regulus stop in his tracks to listen.

"Right, it's just that you're pretty convincing," Sirius retorted, his irritation apparent. "What, do you like all Slytherins now?"

"Of course not," James replied, making Regulus's heart sink past his own green and silver tie.

It was just that, he'd been so sure. So sure that even though they hadn't been super public about it, the thing they'd had between them had been real. That when James had promised to be there for him, to care about him, to love him for him, he'd been genuine.

It had felt genuine.

But now...

He sighed, fighting back the tears in his eyes.

This was what he got for trusting Potter and going against his instincts, anyways. He should have known better. Should have protected himself from arrogant, lying arseholes like James Potter.

He made to run away, to find a quiet place to cry or scream or perhaps break something, when he heard James add confidently,

"'Course, I do love Regulus. But of course, you know that."

"Bloody right. You never shut up about him. Prat."

Oh.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 24 - Office

@jegulus-microfic January 24, Word count 264

Previous part First part

James was standing awkwardly in Madam Pomfrey’s office. The fireworks hadn’t been the only thing Sirius had done to him. Somehow, the sneaky mutt had poured a potion on him that caused boils to erupt all over his backside, and now he couldn’t sit down.

Madam Pomfrey hadn’t been in the hospital wing when he’d got there after a slow, uncomfortable walk, so he’d snuck into her office to wait for her. 

There was a soft tap at the door, and James, not thinking, answered it. Regulus stared back at him, his face screwed up in confusion. 

“What are you doing in there?” He asked, craning his head to see who else was in the room. 

“I needed to see Madam Pomfrey,” James mumbled, embarrassed.

“Why do you need to see Madam Pomfrey,” Regulus questioned further. James winced, he really didn’t want to talk about this with Regulus. “James?” Regulus said sternly. James gave up and ushered Regulus in. 

“Siriusputapotionforboilsonmyarse,” He rushed out, but Regulus understood. 

“I am going to kill my brother,” Regulus grabbed his hand and began dragging him from the hospital wing. 

“Where are we going?” James asked, hissing as the boils rubbed against his underwear. 

“I’m going to brew you a cure for boils while we come up with a way to get Sirius worse than he got you,” Regulus told him, taking a sharp left and onto the marble staircase as they headed down to the dungeons. James looked at Regulus through new eyes and saw the trickster beneath. He couldn’t wait to see what Regulus came up with. 

Next part

[meelusinee]

ITALIAN FOR DINNER? | R.B X READER

word count \ 2.8k | fluff and stuff | slash / regulus black x reader

in which regulus takes you out on a date to a local italian place

A LITTLE LOAF SERIES MASTERLIST

ITALIAN FOR DINNER? | REGULUS BLACK X READER

Regulus had never felt more nervous in his life than what he did right now.

He had faced a lot of things. He had faced his father’s and mother’s weath. He had faced Sirius leaving. He had faced death over and over, either his friends or ones he might’ve done. He’d even faced the Dark Lord himself, no speck of fear shown in his face. 

The Dark Lord himself called Regulus Black a brave man. One of his bravest.

So why was he so nervous now?

He had changed his outfit about ten different times before Kreacher had gotten sick of his pacing and chose one for him. A black sweater with a black denim jacket on top, different patches of paint covering the pockets and back. He had on work pants similar to yesterday, the ends flaring out. Kreacher had also handed him jewelry to wear, gothic necklaces and rings each.

Even though he wasn’t sure, he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter anymore.

“Kreacher doesn’t understand why Master Regulus is freaking out this much.” he grumbled, shaking his head and ticking his tongue. “Kreacher never freaked out this much when he was with his wife.”

“Because I feel obsessed with her,” Regulus stated simply, grabbing an eyeliner pencil before blinking. “Wait, you have a wife?”

“Oh yes, Kreacher has a wife!” he said excitedly, clapping his hands before standing on top of Regulus’ dresser while he did makeup. “Kreacher’s wife was sold to a different owner though. Kreacher hasn’t seen her since.”

“Maybe you should try and find her.” Regulus said. “Could you do that?”

“House elves have magical bonding to each other once they are together, yes.” Kreacher says. “It is how Kreacher knows she is still alive and well. We can communicate through the bond.”

Regulus blinked at that, having not known that was even possible. “Like telepathy?”

“Yes, like telepathy.” he smiled. “Think of it like a matching bracelet with a partner, with a part that buzzes your bracelet each time they press it. Whenever Kreacher thinks of her, Kreacher’s wife will feel it, and visa versa. No thoughts though.”

“You know,” Regulus mumbled, blending his eyeliner out to make a more faded look. “I’ll be gone for this date for a while.”

“Master could not possibly be suggesting what Kreacher thinks he is.” Kreacher muttered, almost in awe.

“You deserve so much more than her, Kreacher.” he said, patting Kreacher on the head. “You deserve the world. And I think finding your wife is a key to that. Go get her.”

Kreacher smiled happily at that, agreeing on the condition that he would help Regulus first. 

Regulus decided that he needed to stop worrying. That thought didn’t stop him from worrying, but the thought counted at least. He also decided that he was going to buy you flowers. Magnolias seemed to be a staple in your relationship now that he had talked about them yesterday, so that was what he was going to get.

He walked to the park about an hour before your date was meant to happen, spending about 20 minutes magically ensuring that the flowers were of the best quality. He made sure to cloak his magic though, not wanting neither Muggles to see or the Ministry to track him.

He had flowers. Now was the time to get to your house.

Your house that he didn’t know.

You were currently panicking in your room, dress laid on your body.

You really wanted to impress Regulus. Sure, you didn’t know Regulus all that well, but there was something about him nonetheless. He seemed genuinely nice, like a true good guy.

Which is why you had bought this dress just for him.

It was a purple mermaid dress with spaghetti straps and a black lace overlay. You thought that he might like it, it gave you a vampiric aesthetic kind of vibe. You thought he gave those too.

But would he like it? Would he think you’re doing too much?

You sighed, hands rubbing your forehead as you tried to think. You seemed to know about him, but you also felt like you knew nothing at all. He talked, but not about him. He mainly talked about you, if he was being honest, which made you feel extremely guilty now that you thought about it. Would he only talk about you once you got to the restaurant? Would your dress even hold up in the weather on the way to the restaurant?

You were dragged out of your thoughts when your phone rang. It was Regulus.

REGULUS: I planned on picking you up for our date, but I realized that I don’t know where you live.

REGULUS: Do you want me to come to your house, or do you want to meet at the restaurant?

You felt a flush growing even harder on your face as you read that. He wanted to come to you? Was that a thing that you wanted? 

Your heart had immediately said yes.

YOU: i really don’t mind either way, whatever u want to do!!!

YOU: i live just above the bakery, it’s a two story building. the stairs are in the back, tho it’s a bit of a climb

REGULUS: That’s fine, I don’t mind.

REGULUS: Do you have any vases?

Vases? Was he bringing you flowers? Did you even have vases?

Your eyes darted over to your kitchen counter, looking at the island counter. You had a vase when you first moved in, though gave it away after a month or two for a friend.

YOU: no vases :c i’m sorry reggie

REGULUS: That’s fine, don’t worry. I’ll see you in about 10 minutes then, is that okay?

YOU: that sounds lovely! i’ll see you!

You sighed softly, looking down at your phone with a lovesick smile. You were already so done for.

Regulus showed up to the bakery with a smile, going to the back and walking up the stairs. It was a bit of a long climb, though he didn’t mind.

He hummed after he knocked on your house door, the Magnolia flowers in a red vase. His hair was a bit tousled from walking, but he hoped that would add to an appeal of some kind. There was a flush on his face, smiling softly as he waited.

“Coming!” you called out, your voice echoing through the room behind the door.

Regulus smiled at the sound of your voice, hand tightening around his vase as you spoke. He held it even harder when you finally opened the door, almost dropping it out of shock.

How was it possible for someone to look so good?

There you stood in your magnetic glory, the purple dress you wore quickly becoming his favorite sight. 

“Are those Magnolia flowers?” you asked him excitedly, gently grabbing the vase. “From the tree that we saw yesterday?”

“Yeah,” he stuttered out, clearing his throat. He wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not. It all felt like a fever dream. “You, uhm, you look good.” he muttered with a blush. “Really good. Truly.” 

You giggled softly, holding the vase of flowers in your hand. “Let me put these up, okay?”

“Okay.” he whispered breathlessly, smiling dopily as you walked off. He felt his heart beating out of his chest, his face flushing bright red.

You came back outside just as quick, the large smile on his face making his heart beat even worse. It suited your face so perfectly, a sight that he wasn’t sure he could ever get out of his mind.

You looked perfect.

“Are you ready?” you asked him. 

He nodded, a small smile growing on his face. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

The walk to the restaurant was calm and serene; which helped your beating heart for just a moment. Then it made it worse. A lot worse.

Your hands were swinging together peacefully as you walked in silence, though you found the silence comfortable. You wanted to learn more about him, but you found this silence gave you more about him than things he might say instead. 

Regulus was a quiet man. He liked the silence, and didn’t like talking about himself much. Even still, he seemed caring. Like a man who cared too much but was never allowed to express it. 

You wanted to show him that it was okay to do that. 

Regulus held your hand as you both walked. He practiced the sidewalk rule. He bought you flowers, held doors for you, and did anything one could imagine for a partner to do. He was absolutely perfect, though you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or not. 

“Here we are.” Regulus said, smiling at you with an expression that just screamed love.

You wanted to see it every single day.

“It smells delicious.” you sighed softly, smiling as you inhaled the scent. It smelled like a lot of things. Bread, garlic, sauces that mingled so well together. “What do you think you’re going to get, Reggie?”

“Probably something light.” he muttered quietly. “Spaghetti?”

“We could share!” you said excitedly, arms wrapping around his. “We could have that scene from the Lady and the Tramp.”

“The what?” he asked curiously, looking over at you.

You grew a bright flush on your face as you realized what you just said, stammering as you looked down at the ground. He had a small smile on his face, though it also looked rather confused about your reference. “It’s, uh, it’s nothing. I mean, it was stupid.”

“I want to know.” he whispered, tilting your chin up to look up at him. “C’mon pretty girl, tell me.”

You flushed wildly at that, your stammering getting even worse as he spoke. How could one say things like that so casually? He was like a character from a romance book, or someone from your dreams. Someone you never thought you would meet in your life.

“It’s just a movie reference.” you mumbled quietly. 

Regulus smiled softly at that, caressing the line of your jaw. “What was the reference?”

“Well, the two love interests,” you muttered, stuttering out your words as you spoke. “They were eating pasta, and they had the same piece. So they, you know, ate the piece. Together?”

“You want to kiss through pasta?” he smiled knowingly, raising his eyebrow.

You pouted at him, crossing your arms. “You hush.”

“My lips are sealed.” he chuckled quietly, hand moving down to your waist as he guided you inside of the restaurant. “C’mon.”

You felt your face flush with every step as you both sat down, your fingers fidgeting with each other as you sat across from him. Your heart was beating out of your chest wildly, so fast that you were sure that it wasn’t forming any contraction.

The waiter came over and you ordered, though your date was mostly a blur because of your emotions. You felt everything all at once, warmth and fuzziness running through your veins.

He was so kind and caring. You got to talk about yourself. He talked a bit about himself, enough to keep you coming back for more. Maybe that was his plan all along, but you found yourself too hooked already to truly care about it.

There was something magical about him, something you couldn’t quite place. It was a feeling that felt so familiar to you, like the feeling of home.

Maybe that’s why you liked him from the beginning. Because he reminded you of home.

“Do you want a to go container for your food?” he asked quietly, pointing at your half eaten pasta. You had eaten quite a few breadsticks beforehand, which made your stomach rather full by the time the pasta came around.

“Maybe, yeah.” you smiled. “Thank you.”

He waved his hand mindlessly, calling the waiter over for a container and the check. You didn’t know how much it cost, since he took the check before you could even look at it.

“Are you sure you don’t want to split it?” you asked.

He shrugged simply. “I have money,” he said, putting cash into the folder. “Plus, I felt you’d want to focus your money on the bakery.”

You flushed brightly, smiling softly. “Thank you, Reggie. Really.”

“You're welcome.” he smiled. He grabbed your container after standing up, holding his hand out for you to hold. “Walk home?”

“Walk home.” you smiled softly.

Your walk home was absolutely perfect. The sun was setting down and created the perfect ambiance, although the air was still cool. The park was full of small children running around for their weekend play, images of your future ones running around with them.

God, you were being delusional.

But how could you not be? Regulus was the perfect man, the best one you had ever met. And so far, he had no issues with you either. He talked about himself when you asked, he let you talk about yourself whenever you wanted.

He was the definition of perfect.

Which is why you felt destroyed by the time you reached your apartment.

“I suppose this is goodbye for the night.” Regulus whispered softly, a small frown growing on his face.

“I think so.” you whispered. “I wish this night could last forever.”

He smiled softly, his hand squeezing yours. “Me

too.” he whispered. “But I read that having some time apart is healthy. I can stop by the bakery tomorrow, if you’re working?”

“That sounds amazing,” you giggled softly. “Thank you, Reggie. I really loved this date.”

He smiled softly, hand squeezing yours again. This time it was a bit harder. There was a blush growing on his face as well, though you decided not to comment on it.

“I did too.” he smiled softly at you.

You smiled softly, the both of you standing there for a couple minutes. There was no sound or movement that you felt could distract you from this moment, eyes locked on each other.

“I have to get back home.” he whispered under his breath, though he didn’t move a single inch.

“You do.” you nodded slowly, still holding onto his hand. “But I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Of course.” he smiled softly, still standing there. He busted out into a small chuckle after a moment, looking down at the ground. “I know I said that it’s important for us. But I really don’t want to leave.”

“I don’t think you should.” you grumbled with a pout, before sighing. “But, you are right. We need our alone time each.”

He smiled softly, nodding. “We do.” he said.

Your hands finally separated as he looked up at you, his eyes looking down at your lips before up at your eyes again. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You smiled softly at him, though it didn’t reach as far as it could. Did he not want to kiss you?

“Tomorrow.” you smiled.

He nodded, a large blush covering his face as he nodded you goodbye. His hands fidgeted with the other as he walked back, and you watched him walking away down the street.

You smiled softly. It was probably too soon to kiss him anyways. So, you made your way back inside your apartment.

The flowers were still on your kitchen counter when you walked in, the scent of the flowers permeating inside of the house. It reminded you of him.

You felt your purse buzz, most likely your phone going off. Your hands reached down to grab it, smiling brighter when you saw Regulus’ name.

REGULUS: I wanted you to know that I really loved our date today, Y/N. It was truly amazing.

REGULUS: I’m sorry for not being very expressive, or for not kissing you before I left.

REGULUS: I wish I did.

You felt your cheeks flushing as you read his messages, anticipation building higher and higher the longer you watched those three bubbles type.

YOU: i really enjoyed our date too!!! it was really nice, and refreshing? idk if that makes sense

YOU: and u can always come back for a kiss <3

You smirked proudly, feeling very proud at your successful teasing. 

You decided to change out of your dress, changing into a sweater and some shorts you had lying around. You were about to start a movie when your doorbell rang, feet carrying you to open it.

“Reggie?” you asked quietly, a small squeak coming out of your throat as his hands grabbed your face desperately. 

The kiss was perfect. Everything felt perfect with him, if you were honest. His hands were grabbing at your cheeks, thumbs caressing them gently as his lips hungrily kissed yours. 

“Jesu,” you chuckled breathlessly as he pulled back, taking a moment to catch your breath.

Regulus panted softly, looking down at your lips. “They felt better than I thought they would.”

“Really?” you asked breathlessly. Could he get any hotter?

“Really.” he smiled, kissing your forehead. “Thank you for that. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

You sighed dreamily, giving his lips one more peck. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE

thanks to everyone who's read this! i loaf all of u guys frfr (i have written so much that i have no regular people words)

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[littlemissaddict]

So this idea came to me while I couldn’t sleep last night, I've not used any names so you can imagine whoever when you read it although I originally had Steve in mind.

You lay there content under the covers, your new puppy snuggled up next to you already asleep and the only thing you were missing now was your boyfriend. He had said he wouldn't be long but that seemed like forever ago even though it probably wasn't, just you over tired brain making it seem like it.

When you finally heard him enter the room, you couldn't help but smile and expect him to slide into the bed next to you. Although that never comes and as you lift your head off the pillow to see him staring down at you unamused. "And where am I supposed to sleep?" He asks, arms crossed over his chest.

"Right here" you mumble, your hand patting the space of his usual side of the bed.

"In that tiny little gap? I thought we had discussed this, she's not to sleep on the bed" he counters, referencing your earlier talk (argument?) about the puppy on the bed.

"I never agreed to that" you point out, "and besides she's comfortable do we have to move her" you pout up at him, hoping that he'd break as he usually did and give into you.

"Yes come on" he confirms, getting her attention and encouraging her to follow him to the specially bought, very expensive, dog bed.

"Meanie" you mumble as he finally gets into bed with you.

"Oh behave, you get too warm to sleep with just me in the bed, imagine how much warmer it'll be with a dog" he tries to reason with you but you still don't want to agree with him. "Trust me you'll thank me in the morning" he yawns, settling down and closing his eyes.

You fight sleep for a while knowing how quickly he normally falls asleep and when his breath seems to have evened out is when you call for her but you were wrong.

"No" he warns, surprising you even though you shouldn't be. He knows you well, too well, to know that you would try something like that. "I know you feel sorry for her but look she's already asleep so that very expensive bed that you picked out specifically for her must be comfortable" he tries to be the voice of reason again and you can feel yourself giving in or maybe you were too tired to argue.

"But she's just a baby she shouldn't be sleeping on the floor" you pout at him again.

"She's fine, now come on, let's get some sleep ourselves," he soothes as you mumble something about tomorrow and he just smiles at your stubbornness. He's also slightly amused at how easily you've fallen asleep as soon as you've closed your eyes.

Bonus: He lasts a week before he caves from your persistence, letting 'your baby' sleep on the bed.